Last week, we took perhaps the slowest and hottest train in Romania from Timisoara to Alba lulia. For 5 hours we sweated in our compartment, as the train puttered from town to town, stopping for 15-25 minutes in several. Everyone got out for smoke breaks. Finally, we convinced the conductor to unlock the window. As… Read More Don’t leave with My Dad!!
Our Airbnb in Szeged, Hungary has a key for the keys. I tried to translate the directions for the veggie falafels, and I was told that Yum? Szeged is a great college town. Today we visited the thermal baths an sauna. Not as big and ornate as those in Budapest, but way less crowded! So… Read More Szeged: A Key for the keys
I used to play the viola. And one of the songs that EVERY string player plays early on is Humoresque by Dvorak. My Dad is a train nut. Anything, everything trains. So, here I was, a 12 year old boy, playing Humoresque…. And my Dad taught me the lyrics. About poop. Because every preteen boy… Read More Passengers will please refrain…
There are days where humanity just gets me down. And, when traveling in Europe, these days often center around days where we study WWII. This week, we visited the Jewish Synagogue in Budapest. It is the 2nd largest synagogue in the world, and was the heart of Jewish life in Budapest…. The building has Moorish… Read More Budapest: Jewish Synagogue
This summer, we planned to begin another epic trip in Europe. We started at my Mother In Law’s house in Maine for 2 months. On 9-13, we were all to fly to Rome. However, in early September, my work told me hat I was not allowed to travel and work at the same time… Read More Where The Heck Are We?
This morning, we woke in a different bed. We visited a new grocery store. And my ‘travel board’ is in use in a different kitchen. Yup. We’re on the road again. This summer, we’ve been at K’s mother’s house in Maine. This weekend, we rented a car, and drove north to Belfast, to stay in… Read More On the road, again
We’ve been back in the USA for 2 weeks now. Recuperating at Katherine’s Mom’s house in Maine. Or, as we have been calling it: home. But today (Wednesday), we head to Boston and fly back to Seattle. Home town for the last 13 years (even if it is a night in a hotel). On… Read More Home